xoxo, Trenton.

[Asher Harris]

Honestly, Asher couldn't say whether Trenton and himself were together or not currently. They seemed to be breaking up and getting back together pretty much every day, so it was becoming kind of hard to keep track of their status. That was pretty bad. Even Asher had to admit that that was bad. As far as he was concerned though, the important thing was that they always ended up back together. Who really cared how many 'pauses' there were in a relationship, so long as the play button was always selected in the end?

Asher rolled over, so that he was lying on his stomach on the bed. Turning his head, so he could watch the door and rest it comfortably on the pillow, he took in a deep breath as he waited. The breath - it brought not just the traditional lungful of air, but also the scent of Trent. It was Trenton's bed that he was lying on, not his own, so that was only natural. He could only too easily identify Trent's musky scent on the sheets and pillow. It was so uniquely him that it was impossible for him to not notice it.

He shook his head hurriedly, trying to stop Trent's scent from clouding up his head. He was a man on a mission tonight, and he couldn't let himself be distracted from that mission. But what was that mission? Seek and destroy! No, wait. That wasn't right... Seek and seduce! Yeah, that was it. Except, he wasn't actually doing any seeking. He was just going to wait here for Trent to find him. Then would come the seduction part of his plan. How far that would go though... Well, that would all depend on Trent.

[Trenton Colville]

Asher and Trenton seemed to be on a permanent loop of on-and-off. One moment they’re happy as clams, and then the next, they don’t want to even be within a 20 mile radius from one another. And when those moments come around, it’s lucky that Trenton can just teleport to China or Africa to get away. But all the while, even when he’s sitting on the Great Wall or in the desert, he can’t help but feel an aching pain in his heart. Even though he hated being around Asher sometimes, once he was away, he hated it. Maybe that’s what love is?

Even if Trenton is in love with Asher, he wasn’t going to admit it to himself. He’s far too afraid for that. He promised himself that he wouldn’t fall for anyone ever again. But he felt like maybe, despite the constant break ups and all, he could let his guard down for Asher. But that was silly. It’s not like he did. Denial!

Trenton walked along a random hall on some random hall leading to some random place. Descriptions, descriptions. What was important was all taking place in his head. Thoughts of Asher, Asher, Asher. How beautiful Asher is. How much he likes being around him. How wonderful his laugh is. How – Wait. Where was Asher? It wasn’t until then that Trenton realized his feet had carried him back to his dorm. If he were to find Asher anywhere, he guessed it would have been there.

What if he wasn’t there? Where else would he look? And if he were there? What would he say? “I’m sorry for whatever I did, just don’t leave me?” Trenton opened the door, eyes pasted to the ground, and walked inside. He glanced up slowly and saw Asher lying on his bed. A small wave of relief washed over him, accompanied with a tiny smile. He inched his way towards his bed and gingerly sat down upon its edge. Trenton’s eyes swept down Asher’s body sprawled out on his bed, a small blush making its way onto his cheeks. Clear your head, clear your head. “Hey,” he said quietly, unsure of what else there was to say.

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[Asher Harris]

It had been hard for Asher to tell exactly how long it would be for Trenton to turn up at the dorm. He had no desire to be laying here for hours doing nothing. Not when he wanted to be spending that time getting Trenton into scandalous positions, anyway. It seemed that he needn't have worried about that though. For after only a few minutes, the door swung inwards, and standing in the frame stood the man of his dreams Trenton.

As Trent moved across the room, and lowered himself delicately onto the bed, Asher shuffled across a little to give him more room. It was an automatic movement, and one that Asher didn't really understand why he had bothered to make. If there wasn't enough space on the bed for Trenton to sit comfortable, then hey! He was welcome to just climb up on top of Asher. He really didn't mind. Well, assuming that Trent hadn't recently gained an extra twenty pounds that just wasn't showing. If that was the case, then it wasn't fine. He doubted that this was how it was though. Trenton looked just as amazingly sexy and slim as he always had.

Asher smiled, more to himself then to Trent, as a little colour came to Trents cheeks, and he muttered his one word greeting. It seemed funny to him that Trenton could appear so timid at times. Mostly because before they had become a couple? friendly, Asher had always believe Trenton to be cocky and somewhat arrogant. As much as he had always found that Trenton to be hot as hell, he liked this one better. This one was his Trenton.

"Hey, baby." Asher smirked a little as he returned Trent's greeting. He had to be confident today. If anything was going to happen, then one of them had to be. And if Trenton was set on the idea of being a timid rabbit, then that only left Asher to do the job. "Wanna give me a back massage?" He sent Trent the most innocent look that he could muster, hoping that it would be enough to make the other boy unable to refuse. Not that he would accept a refusal from him anyway.

[Trenton Colville]

”Hey, baby.”

His heart skipped a beat. Trenton couldn’t help himself! Asher had that effect on him. Especially when he had that sexy sort of smirk upon his lips. And especially when he’s suggesting a back massage?

Now, Trent wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together. And Asher had something more than a back massage on his mind. But was it what Trenton sort of kind of really hoped it was? Somewhere in his head, he reminded himself not to get too hopeful. He had made himself a promise not to rush with Asher and jump in the case, or bed for that matter, too fast.

Trenton quickly shook the thoughts of him and Asher out of his mind and nodded in response to Asher’s suggestion. “Alright,” he said, moving around slowly so he was on his knees on the bed. “Lay down.” He gently nudged Asher so that he was lying on his stomach on the bed before carefully straddling his hips, deliberately pressing his crotch against his ass. If that’s what Asher wanted, hell, Trenton would be more than happy to give it to him.

He gently pawed at Asher’s lower back, slowly making his way up to his shoulders. Trenton leaned down, his lips mouthing on Asher’s neck. “How’s that?” he asked quietly, his voice a little rough, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

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[Asher Harris]

As Trenton pushed him down, and climbed on top of him, Asher buried his face into Trenton's pillow - attempting to smother the giggles that were threatening to escape his throat. He could all too easily feel Trent's package being pressed against his behind. It surprised him slightly that things were moving along so quickly. He knew both from reputation and by something in their kisses that Trent was a highly sexual person, but still, Asher had expected to have to work a little to get Trenton to play along. It struck him at that moment just how easily he could play his favourite game of 'hot and cold' if he so desired.

Two things happened as Trenton's hands began to move up Asher's back. The first was that Asher was no longer able to hold back the giggles, forcing him to push his face even harder into the pillow to try and stop Trent from realising what was happening. As well as the immature giggling though, Asher's heart beat seemed to kick its speed up several notches. If he was to have a heart attack there and then, he really wouldn't have been surprised.

It was only when he felt Trenton's lips make contact with the back of his neck that Asher was able to choke back the laughter. A little hesitantly, in case they chose to return, Asher turned his head so that it was no longer pushed into the pillow. "You know... you don't have to be afraid of being rougher with me... I won't mind." He paused for a second. "Maybe it would be easier without my shirt on?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Asher felt the giggles begin to resurface. In an attempt to stop them, he quickly clamped down hard on his lower lip with his teeth. Ouch.

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[Trenton Colville]

From behind Asher, Trenton smirked. He knew this wasn’t quite what it seemed. There was no WAY Asher would be throwing himself at Trenton this late in the game. Something was up. As his hands roamed Asher’s back, he could faintly feel the tremors wracking through his body. More to himself than to his on-&-off boyfriend, he rolled his eyes. What the hell did this boy have planned?

"You know... you don't have to be afraid of being rougher with me... I won't mind. Maybe it would be easier without my shirt on?”

Trent raised an eyebrow to the statement(s). He paused as his face gradually transformed from perplexed to sly. Trenton gently lifted himself off of Asher’s butt, nudging the aforementioned boy to flip around and lie on his back, before replacing himself back on top of his hips. Trent took extra care to wiggle his hips against Asher’s crotch. Just for effect. He raised both of his eyebrows in a moderately seductive manner as Trenton gently ran his hands under Asher’s shirt, exploring his chest.

“I don’t think I want to be any rougher with you, baby,” he said in an almost-whisper, not bothering to hide his blatant smirk. “Not if you’re gonna keep giggling like that.” At this point, he would threaten to leave Asher there, on his bed… throwing himself at him… But the truth was, he hadn’t gotten laid in about four months and it’s all Asher’s fault. And in the back of his mind, Trenton sure as hell had hopes that those four months will be made up to him somehow.

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[Asher Harris]

Asher's grip on his lower lip with his teeth was released, as he opened his mouth just enough to let out a small gasp when Trenton lifted himself off of him. He didn't want Trenton to get up, and that was what it seemed like he was doing for a second. As soon as he realised he was mistaken though, Asher twisted his torso, then used himself elbow to flip himself around like Trent seemed to want. Sure enough, as soon as he was flat on his back. Trenton lowered himself back down on top of him.

His eyes widened slightly, as Trent began to purposely make small movements over his groin. And as a little bit of life began to develop in his lower region, Asher felt his cheeks warm up a tad bit. He didn't really understand this reaction though. It wasn't as if he had been aiming to do anything with Trenton that would make the arousal unnecessary, and besides, it wasn't even as if he was completely hard. Trenton probably wouldn't even notice.

What Asher found most embarrassing though, was the fact that he was blushing over it. In hope that Trent somehow wouldn't see that, Asher kept his eyes off the other boys, and instead watched his hands as they pushed his shirt up, and began to move over his chest.

When Trenton began to speak, Asher was unable to keep his eyes away from Trent's face any longer. His words, Asher almost thought that he meant them in a sweet way. Almost wasn't enough though. To the larger part of his mind, the words were taken as some kind of threat. Like, Trenton surely knew that he wanted it to get rougher, and yet, he was trying to neglect him of that. There was no way that Asher was going to let that happen.

Immediately, Asher delegated his hands different tasks. Tasks that would hopefully take away any power Trent held, and get things going back the way that he wanted them to. His first hand (the left one) moved up, so that Asher was able to grab Trenton by the neck of his shirt. Taking a firm hold of the material, he then pulled the other boy's head down towards his, until Trenton's lips were within reach of his own. Then, craning his neck a little to do so, Asher kissed him lightly - almost in a teasing way.

While this was happening, his right hand moved down Trenton's body, until it reached the top of his pants. There, he began to blindly tug at his belt, until he had managed to free it from both the loop, and the buckle that had held it in place. He then started working on getting the button of his jeans undone as well.

Still struggling away at getting Trenton's pants undone, Asher pulled away from Trenton's lips. It hadn't lasted long, yet Asher was still breathing heavy as his eyes locked on to Trenton's. "I won't giggle no more. I promise."

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[Trenton Colville]

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